Born to explore Fed to endure Meant to do more Taught to be sure Curious kid Raised up to fall Sad in his house now Knowing It all

Born to explore Fed to endure Meant to do more Taught to be sure Curious kid Raised up to fall Sad in his house now Knowing It all
A boy, I marveled at the clouds,
So strange and wondrous in the sky;
I’d spread my arms and try to fly,
Admired by the watching crowds.
I knew that I would not stay small,
One day my shoes would scuff their fluff —
But now that I am large enough,
I rarely look at them at all.
So many times, before we die,
We’ve died to all we ever dream:
And clouds become just so much steam,
And boys who dreamed become
Some guy
The world was once alive to me,
Its beauty and its pow’r;
In bits of random scenery:
In lake, and dock, and flow’r
My world was once a living place,
Ere I became so jaded —
For I gave in to blindness, well
Before my light
Had faded
Truth seeking summer –
Water’s edge, a last glimmer,
And heart gone empty
Can something
Please just be what it
Really is?
[I would apologize to Francis Bacon for using his quote this way, but he was kind of a jerk. – Owen]
You want lies?
For I have many –
Some, I’ve not yet
Used at all –
Or is it
The truth you’re seeking?
Truth, that gray and
Solemn pall
That will cover
All that matters;
Shielding you from
Happiness —
Truth is,
I am just a liar:
Nothing more and
Nothing less
“It is not the lie that passeth through the mind, but the lie that sinketh in and settleth in it, that doth the hurt.” – Francis Bacon, “Essays, Civil and Moral”